Dirge

('Planet waves' album)

Gm   Cm   Gm   Cm

Dm                       Gm   Dm
I hate myself for lovin' you  
                             Gm
And the weakness that I showed ...
Dm              Gm               
You were just a painted face  On 
       Dm               Am
a trip down Suicide Road.
Bb                     Dm        
The stage was set, the lights 
               Gm
went out  All around the old hotel
Bb                       Eb      
I hate myself for lovin' you  And
       Bb       Cm        Gm
 I'm glad the curtain fell.

Dm                  Gm           
I hate that foolish game we 
   Dm                    Gm
played  And the need that was 
expressed
Dm                     Gm        
And the mercy that you showed to 
   Dm                 Am
me Whoever would have guessed
Bb                  Dm           
I went out on Lower Broadway  And
   Gm
 I felt that place within
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     Bb                 Eb        
That hollow place where martyrs 
        Bb     Cm        Gm
weep  And angels play with sin

Dm                  Gm       Dm 
Heard your songs of freedom  And
             Gm
 man forever stripped
Dm             Gm               
Acting out his folly  While his 
Dm            Am
back is being whipped
Bb              Dm          Gm
Like a slave in orbit  He's beaten 
'til he's tame
Bb                 Eb             
All for a moment's glory  And it's
 Bb     Cm     Gm
 dirty, rotten shame

Dm                        
There are those who worship 
  Gm          Dm             Gm
loneliness  I'm not one of them
Dm             Gm          
In this age of fiberglass  I'm 
Dm                  Am
searching for a gem
Bb                         Dm    
The crystal ball up on the wall  
       Gm
Hasn't shown me nothing yet
Bb                     Eb        
I've paid the price of solitude  
       Bb        Cm     Gm
But at least I'm out of debt

Dm             Gm            Dm 
Can't recall a useful thing  You
              Gm
 ever did for me
Dm                  Gm            
'Cept pat me on the back one time 
 Dm               Am
 When I was on my knees
Bb                          Dm   
We stared into each other's eyes 
      Gm
 'Til one of us would break
Bb        Eb              Bb    
No use to apologize  What 
     Cm       Gm
diff'rence would it make

Dm                     Gm        
So sing your praise of progress  
    Dm          Gm
And of the Doom Machine
Dm                 Gm          
The naked truth is still tabu  
Dm                 Am
Whenever it can be seen
Bb            Dm                 
Lady Luck who shines on me  Will 
Gm
tell you where I'm at
Bb                Eb             
I hate myself for lovin' you  But
   Bb         Cm   Gm
 I should get over that